Deception: And I Thought I Heard A Girl Crying

Step in, slowly
The cloudy tungsten night
Still lingering

Heading home
You tell the machine
And it lurches upward.

But through the vignettes
In the crack in the door
I hear echoes from different times
Jump back
and forth
in the
elevator
shaft.

Little laughs from
Me, as a child.

With dreams out in orbit,
A self-portrait
With a camera around my
Neck.

The doors slide open
And it's the
Dim
Yellow light
Of the unfortunate
Present.

The camera slides off
My bed
As I crawl in.